At 19... I write my first book of verses, an awful book of verses. May God spare you, my friend, from La inquietud del rosal (The Restlessness of the Rose Bush)! ... I wrote it to survive. (Alfonsina Storni, in a letter from 1938)
Anyway, here it is in English. I don't doubt there will be more to follow as her work is quite gripping.
Spanish is richer in rhyme than English so the echo in my lines is minimal.
The Rosebush’s Restlessness
The rosebush with its restless way of blooming[trans. Tracy Ryan]
is burning up the sap that stokes its being.
Just look at the roses dropping from the bush:
So many it will drive the plant to death!
The rosebush is no grown-up and in its haste
to give out flowers its impatient life is spent.
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